Waning Tide

Well, maybe you shouldn't screw with my memory

Carson: Log 1

After kidnapping us (because really, if we were volunteers, why take our memories?), they expect a bunch of good little operatives who won’t bitch about them to every contact in the solar system. I swear, if I didn’t know they would just take more memories for disobedience, I would tell them to shove it up their ass and write a serious of bestsellers, exposing them for the crappy Torchwood knockoff they really are. Damn, not even writing is calming me down…

So this professor gives us a name, and tells us to figure out why she stopped coming back to do their dirty work. Personally, I thought she just suddenly discovered she was working for a buncha miserable douchebags, and made the obvious decision. Unfortunately, a little inquiry traced her back to a pirate freighter in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, possibly infected and almost certainly dead. Since dicking around online and burning up all my favors with the @ was SO MUCHFUN, we decided to bust in commando-style and take out the ship.